With that, I got back to styling my hair. The maids were no help in that area because I have pretty kinky, curly hair, so I have resorted to doing my hair myself each morning.
I worked my way through my hair, slowly detangling it section by section so I could work a brush through it. As I worked through a particularly stubborn twist, I noticed Pamela and Bella exchange glances through the mirror, their eyes falling on the mark on my wrist and remaining there.
'Screwing their noses and looking at their queen in disgust? Oh, they're really bold,' Nia hissed, mirroring the same intense anger I felt.
'I'm sick and tired of people judging me on something that was just a mistake and happened on a whim,' I said to Nia, suddenly feeling heavy.
Branded. Because I had dared to sleep with some
